Chapter 27
“Where is Bishop? Have you seen Dima?”
I’d made it to the compound at the same time the Durty Boyz were pulling back in. I could see the battle all over their faces. Some were nursing cuts and bruises while the doctor was on standby to treat worse cases.
I walked from one bike to the other, looking for the only two men I needed to lay eyes on. Instead of spotting either of them, I spotted Guard first.
“What are you doing here, princess?”
“I had to come. Are you okay?”
I looked him over. Other than minor scrapes, he was good.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Have you seen my father and Dima?”
“Yeah, they should be rolling up in a minute. Dima got hit.”
I didn’t even let him get the words out of his mouth before I ran in the direction they were coming from. I saw Dima being held up, with Daze on one side and my father on the other. They were carrying him inside the clubhouse.
“Dima!”
His name came out of my mouth in sobs. So much blood covered his shirt that I didn’t understand how he could still have any left in his body. I tried to get to him, but Guard caught me and wrapped me in his arms.
“You don’t need to see him like that. Let the doctor do his work.”
I watched as the men carried Dima to a room in the back. Guard carried me over to the worn-out leather couch, and I cried in his arms. I couldn’t wrap my head around losing Dima. I wouldn’t.
“If he don’t make it out of this, Uncle Guard, I am going to lose it.”
“He will. That little nigga too strong to die.”
At least three hours passed before the doctor came out of the back to give us an update. My father was now sitting on the other side of me. Daze, Mob, and the rest of the crew stood around, waiting to hear if they’d lost a brother.
I’d spent so many years wanting to get away from these men and everything they stood for. Now it was clear to me that, more than guns, drugs, and women, they stood for each other.
“He’s going to pull through. I was able to get the bullet out.”
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. If that doctor would’ve said anything other than Dima was alive, I would have shot him myself.
“Can I go back there?”
“Yeah, he should be coming around soon.”
I sprang from the couch and padded my way to the back. Dima looked a lot better as he lay in the bed. The blood had been cleaned, and he was wearing fresh clothes. His shoulder and chest were patched up.
I ran a finger down his cheek and kissed his lips softly. I thanked God this man was still here with me. In a matter of months, he’d changed my world so drastically that I didn’t want to know what it would be like if he was taken away.
“I know those ain’t tears, princess. I been making you cry too much lately.”
His words sounded like they hurt to come out, but a smile followed them. I wanted to jump on top of him, but I had to remind myself he was in pain.
“Oh, thank you, God.”
I spoke to the man above before Dima because I knew without Him, none of this would be possible. My father would not have agreed to step away from a life of crime, and my man wouldn’t have survived this war. I knew we were only here because of His mercy and His grace.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it hurt like hell, but I’ll survive.”
“You better. Dima, I love you so much.”
I kissed him deeply, then laid my head on his chest. He placed his free hand on the back of my head and rubbed my hair down.
“I love you too, baby. I’m sorry about all of this, and I promise this is the last time I’ll ever make you cry.”
“You don’t have to apologize anymore. I’m just happy this is over.”
“Looks like you gon’ have to be my nurse for a while.”
“I can do that.”
I sat up and kissed Dima again. This time I took my time sucking his bottom lip, then letting my tongue wrestle his. I felt his dick harden underneath me.
“Can you wear one of them short nurse dresses so I can see your ass peeking out the bottom?”
“I’ll add one to my cart today.”
“Let me see something right now.”
“Dima, you are hurt, and my father is in the other room.”
“He not gon’ come back here. Please, baby? It’s gon’ make me feel better.”
I lifted my shirt and gave my man an eyeful. I wasn’t about to risk taking my damn pants off with my daddy a couple feet away.
“Fuck, them bitches so pretty.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
Dima licked his lips as I watched his dick brick even more. I got up from the bed and locked the door. Dima may have been too hurt to get it, but nothing was wrong with my mouth. A little head wouldn’t hurt.
“What you trying to do?”
“Let you cum in my mouth.”
I made it back to the bed and released Dima from his shorts. He bit his bottom lip as I took him into my mouth. I kept my eyes on him as I deep throated his dick.
“Fuck, Maeve.”
He moaned as I went harder, trying to pull his seeds from him. I hummed on his dick so he could feel the vibration as I licked and sucked. I slurped the head of his dick before continuing to slob him down.
“You better not ever suck another nigga dick like this. You hear me?”
Dima gripped the back of my head and fucked my mouth. I gagged as he assaulted the very back of my throat, but I wouldn’t let up.
“Fuck.”
He groaned one final time before shooting his seeds on my tongue. He tasted so fucking good I would give him head twice a day until he was healed enough to take me to pound town. I loved this man.